❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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OPHELIA STOOD STILL, COMPLETELY AWESTRUCK. Then, as the seconds ticked by, she slowly came to her senses, ignoring the red hot feeling of being caught guilty, her heartbeat increasing to a pace that rivaled that of a mouse.
"Zabini," Colin cleared his throat, greeting Blaise, taking yet another step away from Ophelia.
Blaise's eyes were narrowed at Colin, jaw clenched, breathing heavily.
Ophelia had never seen him this mad before.
He was always the cool one, the chill one.
"Col, why don't you leave? I'll catch up with you later," Ophelia whispered, before turning back to Blaise.
It was only when the door was safely shut behind them that Ophelia began to speak.
"What you saw, it— It wasn't what it looked like—"
"Cut the crap, Malfoy," Blaise interrupted her. His words were a sharp sword compared to his normal cheerful tone.
He had always been there for her, Blaise. He wasn't her best friend, but Ophelia respected him, and she considered him to be one of her best friends. When he called her Malfoy, it hurt more than she expected.
"You're cheating on Theo."
He said it so blatantly, so bluntly, so easily that Ophelia felt a huge wave of guilt crash into her. It was the first time her infidelity had been acknowledged out loud, and it did not sound good.
"I'm— I'm not—"
Blaise slammed his hand harshly down on the table, and Ophelia recalled that the last time she'd seen him this angry was when he was yelling at Ginny, defending her during Slughorn's party.
"Don't give me bull! I know what I saw! You and Creevey—"
"We didn't kiss! We were just holding hands!" Ophelia defended. The righteous side of her brain was jailed by the devil in her that had taken over. She did not know what possessed her to behave so out of character.
"You were about to kiss—" Blaise accused her. "If I hadn't walked in—" He was breathing so heavily, pointing his shaking finger at her, trembling with anger, disbelief and disgust. "Don't. Lie," He growled. "You would have kissed him if I hadn't walked in, am I right?"
Ophelia's eyes began to water, the imaginary thought of Theo finding out that she'd been cheating on him, hurting her. She could imagine his heartbroken expression, she could imagine the pain in his eyes.
It would break him.
She didn't have to say anything, be it even to protest. She knew it, and Blaise knew it. If he hadn't walked in, she would have kissed Colin.
